The Soft and Adorable Host was Picked Up by the Yandere Bigshot

Originally wanting to keep this matter low-key, Bai Sang made an excuse, saying that he was looking at flowers in the imperial garden and reached out to touch the flowers.

"Everyone get out!" Bai Sang yelled.

The palace maid and the eunuch looked at each other and wondered what the nanny wanted to say.

But this was the first time for everyone to see His Majesty so angry.

I can only leave with my head down.

Soon there were only two people left in the dormitory.

"I've seen...what does my having hay fever have to do with you? Throw this thing away quickly!"

To reach out is to grab.

Wen Zuo didn't expect that His Majesty would grab the thorn strips, and he had no time to dodge.

"Ah!" Bai Sang forgot to look at the thorns on it, and when he scratched it, his palms stung.

Very painful.

I was suffering from allergies.

I felt sorry for the wound on Wen Zuo's back.

Now that he was stung again, Bai Sang's good temper was gone.

She burst into tears, "Yes, it's all your fault. I was so itchy that I felt worse than death all day long, but you even bothered me. You thought just beating yourself up would be enough." Can you make it up to me?"

"My hands are still stinging now, and I feel so uncomfortable!"

Bai Sang sat directly on the ground and cried.

If he wants to kneel on the ground, he will sit on the ground.

The aggrieved Bala's face was stained with tears, and she was originally very pale due to illness.

After crying like this, how could Wen Zuo still remember that he was wrong.

He quickly picked up Bai Sang and carefully placed him on the bed.

"Your Majesty, don't cry, I..." Wen Zuo forgot about the difference between a minister and a king, and reached out to wipe away Bai Sang's tears.

Bai Sang cried more and more vigorously, and shed more and more tears.

She cried and sobbed, pointing her hand at his back: "Throw it away quickly."

"It's because of me that Your Majesty is in such pain. If I hadn't taken Your Majesty to see some flowers, Your Majesty would have been fine at all. It's all my fault. I..."

Before Wen Zuo finished speaking, Bai Sang cried louder.

This prompted the nanny outside to knock on the door: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

He looked like he was about to come in.

"No one can come in!" Bai Sang shouted.

Who dares not to listen to the emperor's words?

Now no one dared to knock on the door.

Wen Zuo gasped, "Your Majesty, if you do this, people will misunderstand you."

His cheeks were a little red.

A little overthinking.

Bai Sang snorted, "What's the misunderstanding? Why don't you quickly remove the thorns from your back? Do you still want me to catch it myself?"

Wen Zuo quickly put down the thorns on his back.

Mixed with red blood, Bai Sang felt distressed again when he saw it.

"I'm going to get the medicine." Bai Sang wanted to get off the bed.

"Your Majesty, don't move. I'll get it."

After all, Wen Zuo had lived in the palace for more than half a year, and he knew where things were placed better than Bai Sang.

He stood up and touched the wound.

Bai Sang saw that he looked bad, "You deserve it, who asked you to hit yourself so hard." Suddenly he thought of it again: "By the way, you can't hit your back yourself, who did it?"

She became wiser.

"I asked my father to whip me. Knowing that His Majesty suffered because of me at home, I hated myself, so I asked my father to whip me hard."

OK

Bai Sang has already remembered Marquis Wenwu in his heart.

Next time this old guy asks her to do something, he will definitely not agree!

Just throw the memorial back when the time comes!

Wen Zuo came over with a bottle of healing medicine.

"I'll help you apply the medicine." Bai Sang stretched out his hand to grab it.

Wen Zuosheng was afraid that she would cry again, so now he relied on her in everything.

Wen Zuo squatted beside the bed, exposing his entire back to Bai Sang.

Bai Sang's tears almost fell again.

Afraid that he would become inflamed, he sprinkled a bottle of healing powder all over Wen Zuo's back.